I Became the Golden Sun That Steals the Academy’s Aircraft

043. Resistance

Van Dyke trembled at the sound of an explosion in the distance. It felt like the hand of death was glimmering at the tip of his chin.

The scale of the punitive force observed from afar was enormous. In particular, he was afraid that the guy who had cut off the leg of the giant soldier he should have been riding with with a single sword a little while ago would appear in his dreams. Intuitively, I knew that the reason for the failure of the Demeia Academy revolution was because of the guy on that giant god soldier.

Did you say Gilbert Lionheart? He once again remembered the Lithuanian count he had seen when he was forcibly conscripted and taken away.

The child of a monster was also a monster.

The revolution must have failed because such a monster was holding on like that.

The reason why he, the chairman of the Resistance, was here was very simple. Before he encountered the punitive force, he switched the Giant God Soldier to autonomous mode and ran away. He gave a speech right before the sortie, but it was just a trick.

The act of showing tears was a kind of show to buy time to escape. The members of the resistance, who foolishly believed in him, were moved by his speech and fought against the punitive force like moths to fire, with no one running away.

But he had no intention of being captured and beheaded here. Fighting instead of running away from a place like this was nothing more than a dog’s death.

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A big intention to change the world?

He, who barely returned from the battlefield alive and was performing on modest theater stages, did not have such grand ambitions. He was in a situation where he had to worry about earning a living each day, so thinking about such things was just a luxury.

In the first place, the beginning of the resistance was nothing more than an accidental start. That day too, he had finished performing in a play and went to the bar with his day’s pay. For a man who lived with barely enough food to eat, dedicating the day to a glass of alcohol was an indispensable pleasure in life.

The problem was that it became so big because of a man I met at the bar that day. In the bar, there was a man who lost his family to the actions of a corrupt nobleman. He was a man who was addicted to alcohol due to his anger at the world and his despair at himself for not being able to do anything.

Van Dyke roasted men with his wit and unique acting skills he had accumulated on stage. The intention was to put him in a good mood and eat the free alcohol he bought.

But the man must have gained some courage from Van Dyke’s words and said something crazy, asking if they could change the world. Until then, he had dismissed it as a drunkard’s nonsense, but soon everyone in the bar began to agree with him and come forward.

Coincidentally, all the people there had a grudge against the nobles.

There were people who lost their families, people who had all their assets confiscated, people who lost their lovers, etc. Each person had a sad story.

When Van Dyke recalls that time, everyone seemed to be immersed in a strange desire. They were willing to jump into hell if they could achieve their will.

Van Dyke felt fear for a moment and quickly tried to run away from the bar. This was because he felt that if he stayed there any longer, he might be caught for treason and be beheaded.

But it was already a favorable trend. People praised Van Dyke, who first brought up the story, as their leader, and thus the Resistance was born.

Once he became the chairman of the resistance, he plausibly told the story he had picked up while going through theater productions. Among the plays he did was one that dramatized an anecdote from the Republic of Respubblica, a republic founded far away. The script I memorized at that time was a great help.

Furthermore, Banneret, which I discovered at the right time, filled in what was lacking. It was perfect for avoiding the empire’s surveillance network, and as they discovered the Giant God Soldiers hidden there, they even gained military power. It was almost as if heaven was helping them.

I didn’t know that was why. This is why a member of a third-rate theater troupe, who learned how to control giant demons at best with the help of the power of the ruins, acted presumptuously and sincerely as the chairman of the resistance.

But dreams were always destined to wake up. As they began their activities full of ambition, their problems were revealed everywhere. There was no funding for the activity and no information.

At best, all the Giant God Soldiers found in the ruins.

Although there were some former mercenaries among the Resistance members, they were inadequate against knights who had received regular training.

That was why Van Dyke woke up from a long dream. The drunken man who had curiously suggested that he form the Resistance died, and when the Empire drew its sword, he came to his senses as if he had been doused with cold water.

However, the Empire, which had already formed a punitive force, even found Banneret where they were hiding. It was then that I realized that I had already come a long way to run away.

Van Dyke was desperately trying to escape. Fortunately, there was a robe with a cloaking function that he found while exploring the ruins. Since it was an ancient artifact that was immune to detection magic, he planned to use it to escape.

He used his talent, acting, to incite people. The plan was to quietly escape while they fought to the death against the punitive forces. Fortunately, as if the heavens had not yet abandoned him, he was able to escape just before the start of the battle, and it is now.

‘Let’s run away quickly. Run away…!’

I will escape somehow and live like a rat. I promised.

Vandyke somehow ignored the explosion sound coming from behind and entered the forest of Banneret.

This area was a place with steep mountains and thick trees. It was judged that it was not impossible to escape without being detected if one used the cloaking robe.

“Huh. Where are you going?”

“…!”

Van Dyke almost screamed, but covered his mouth with both hands at the sudden voice. He was concentrating all his attention to carefully run away, so his surprise was even greater because his nerves were tense.

In front of him, a person’s silhouette could be seen in the dark shadows.

“Are you not planning on answering? That’s fine too. But why don’t you think more about moving forward? There’s a punitive force camped out here to catch you.”

He couldn’t be seen with the cloaking magic, but Van Dyke was troubled by his attitude as if he already knew everything.

Should I trust the man in the shadows? Isn’t it just something to think about?

All kinds of thoughts passed through his head.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m planning to make you a not-bad offer. Even if you escape safely like this, how do you plan on living? The eyes of the empire are everywhere.”

“Who are you?”

After finally making a decision, Van Dyke asked with a trembling voice.

“Me? You don’t need to know that. Just know that you’re lucky.”

“Oh, I understand. Maybe I can?”

“You have a good attitude. You are quite perceptive. So, did you ask if it was possible? I will tell you about that later, so come this way. It would be best to get out of here first.”

Van Dyke carefully approached the man in the shadows.

Soon, the man in the shadows and Van Dyke disappeared from Banneret. Not long after they disappeared, Angelina’s search party came, but they were unable to find out that anyone had been there.

***

Gilbert discovered something strange while subduing the struggling giant soldier. The Resistance Chairman’s giant soldier moved in a certain pattern.

As far as he knew, this kind of movement was seen when the general-purpose artificial spirit was put into autonomous mode. With no hope in mind, I grabbed the entrance to the giant soldier’s cockpit and ripped it out.

“Such a joke.”

As I guessed, the giant soldier’s cockpit was empty. I can’t believe you ran away. This was something that even Gilbert had not expected.

This resistance suppression operation was the main story of Tactical Combat. Brecht, the leader of the resistance, was a man who lost his family to a typical noblesse malade and lived in alcoholism.

He lived a life of drinking alcohol every day, and formed the Resistance with a burning desire to take revenge on the nobles who killed his family and the empire that supported such nobles. On the surface, the reason was to build a republic and make it a country where commoners would not be persecuted, but in reality, it was operated to seek revenge on Brecht.

However, there was no way the Resistance could function properly as it had no foundation. In the meantime, there was an attack on Demeia Academy, which gave Seraphina an excuse to step forward. As a result, they are subjugated by the punitive force and meet a miserable end.

And the main story was about subduing the resistance created by Brecht, but its leader, Brecht, was not on the Colossus.

As Gilbert remembers, Brecht was a man crazy about revenge, so he was not a great man who would run away even if it meant his death. He killed and captured Brecht many times in his repeated play, but he never once chose the option of running away.

Gilbert swore in this embarrassing situation without realizing it, but the situation did not change. I could only guess that this was also a butterfly effect that became reality rather than a game.

[Article. I searched the nearby area, but could not find any unregistered people within the detection range.]

“It looks like he’s already run away. It’s a pain in the ass.”

The fact that those revenge ears were cold-hearted enough to run away left a bitter aftertaste. Because cold-hearted crazy people have always been difficult to deal with.

[This… Did he really run away?]

After clearing out all the surrounding resistance, Seraphina’s communication was connected. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed in the screen, and it seemed like she wasn’t happy about missing the leader.

“I’m sorry. I should have noticed sooner.”

[It was done. The priest knows that he has done his duty well. So please don’t say things like that.]

“Thank you.”

[Still, I think it would be a good idea to explore the surrounding area just in case.]

“I will forward this to Sergeant Ian, Sergeant Angelina, and Sergeant Belponer.”

[I understand. First, let the priest deal with the remaining troops.]

“I understand.”

After cutting off her communication, Seraphina moved her giant soldiers to deal with the resistance members who were still fighting to the death. Gilbert, who quietly watched the scene, delivered Seraphina’s orders to the three superiors and followed Seraphina.

Her head was a mess, but the battle wasn’t over yet, so she tried to clear her head.